Should the crossbar challenge be suspended for Friday’s game against QPR so that Hoops top fan Lord Toby Young of Acton and VOTV fanzine editor Rick Everitt can square up on the pitch? Young challenged Everitt to a confrontation on Margate beach earlier in the season.
Toby Young is a genuine QPR fan. He lives in West London and goes to away
matches in places like Hull accompanied by his 17-year old son who has to write
up their adventures in a blog. The travails
of QPR are a regular theme of his column in the Spectator. If the Super Hoops do win, the noble lord
opens a £80 bottle of wine: no cheap plonk for him. Fortunately for his budget, they don’t win
too often.
To give some context, those of you have been watching the
banking bonkathon Industry will
recall that a recent episode involved a team of financial services predators
heading off from Canary Wharf to persuade an Austrian aristo to surrender
control of his private bank. He lived in
a weird castle with paintings by A Hitler on the walls.
The verdict was that if some of his neo Nazi views could be
given a platform in Britain he might look more favourably on the takeover. Someone mentioned the Spectator, but the quick response was that a magazine that carried
articles on ‘Why I love the Wehrmacht’ would not fit the bill. (Eventually, he got published in a Daily
Mail/Telegraph type newspaper).
The Speccie certainly has some eccentric writers,
particularly favouring Catholic reactionaries who want to question whether the
Pope is a Catholic. No articles have yet
appeared on the toilet habits of bears who live in the woods.
Young is the head of the Free Speech Union which many believe
exists primarily to give him a platform.
(His father, Lord Young of Dartington, was a really smart guy).
Anyway, Young decided to attack Everitt in his column as a ‘town
hall tyrant’. I’m not sure that being
leader of a district council gives you that much power and while even some
Addicks dislike the Rickster, he is hardly a threat to western civilisation as
we know it.
Young challenged Everitt to meet him on Margate beach at
10.30 on a Tuesday morning. The idea of
two men in their early 60s having handbags at six paces on a windswept beach
seems a little ludicrous to me. Everitt
sensibly refused to have anything to do with this bizarre publicity stunt and
Young returned to London fulminating about a wasted day.
The really odd thing about all this is that I don’t think
Young has realised that his adversary is an Addick. Friday would give him a chance to put that
right. The winner could receive a
bottle of Chateau Charlton Athletic.
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